Sunrise: day’s great progenitor.
EMILY DICKINSONLife is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.
More Emily Dickinson Quotes
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Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
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There is always one thing to be grateful for – that one is one’s self and not somebody else.
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Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.
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The sailor cannot see the north / but knows the needle can.
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I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.
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Hope never stops at all.
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The possible’s slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
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Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.
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I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
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I have an appetite for silence.
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Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
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We turn not older with years but newer every day.
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To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.
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Does not Eternity appear dreadful to you. I often get to thinking of it and it seems so dark to me that I almost wish there was no Eternity. To think that we must forever live and never cease to be. It seems as if Death would be a relief to so endless a state of existence.
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Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
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I tasted life.
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Beauty is not caused. It is.
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Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
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Common sense is almost as omniscient as God.
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Forever – is composed of Nows – ‘Tis not a different time. Let Months dissolve in further Months – And Years – exhale in Years.
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But a Book is only the Heart’s Portrait- every Page a Pulse.
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I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
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I dwell in possibility.
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I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?
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This is my letter to the world that never wrote to me.
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That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.
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